So Entering into Rest is about our ends, in all the senses of that word, and how we must foresee them from the start somehow in order to begin anything. I have thought about how our life is punctuated by our ends as points of rest on the way, anticipating the ultimate, and about how our sanctification is a work of God in which we may rest in thanksgiving. I have thought about how we rest in work, in friendship, and in communicating meaning. And I have thought about how we rest in death. And in keeping with my usual incapacity to think about only one thing at a time, I have thought about a great deal else.